Today's OneWord: Piano
"How old is that piano now?" Paul asked.
Edith smiled and shook her head. "I'm not sure by now," she replied. "Sixty years? Seventy? My father played it for me all the time. When the storms got bad, it was the sound of his improvised sonatas in minor keys that helped me ignore the lightning and thunder."
She stood up to get another cookie from the table, then fetched the kettle for Paul. Paul, however, wasn't interested in drinking any more tea. He was more interested in the conversation.
Edith smiled and shook her head. "I'm not sure by now," she replied. "Sixty years? Seventy? My father played it for me all the time. When the storms got bad, it was the sound of his improvised sonatas in minor keys that helped me ignore the lightning and thunder."
She stood up to get another cookie from the table, then fetched the kettle for Paul. Paul, however, wasn't interested in drinking any more tea. He was more interested in the conversation.
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